Let's see who Daisy's friend is. Feels good to finally know the name of the woman you've been living off for months, and slightly weird that it's a small, delicate flower. The living goddess above you is in no way daisy-like right now!
Still, you've decided against talking to her. Too dangerous by far, and breaking your self-imposed survivalist rules. Far better to have her do the talking, and for you to just listen, and that way you can find out more about her personality. Fate has thrown Wendy your way, and if you can climb her, you can properly listen to Daisy.
This newcomer is dressed similarly to 'your' giant woman, with a sundress and sandals. Her skin is darker than Daisy's, no tan required, but is identical in texture as you begin to climb.
Maybe Wendy feels you, shaking her foot with tornado-force at times during your ascent, pausing the rumbling conversation above. You hold on and hold still until it stops, and once you reach the dress fabric, the woman ceases her struggle. Even then, as you breathe relief, she bends the leg you were climbing, lifting the calf for inspection by Daisy. "I don't see anything," she says, and the foot returns to the ground with a thunderous impact.
Your distraction has delayed the talk the women were having, and while you can't make out the words you can hear the giggling at the silliness of imagining a bug crawling over them. This time allows you to scale swiftly, up the legs and torso to Wendy's shoulder. Her hair is 'up', so there's no further ascent short of climbing her neck, which you presume would lead to a swift death from a scratch.
You don't have eyes for her anyway, instead looking across the gulf at Daisy, seeing the woman for the first time at almost her level. As she talks, gushing about her family, it's almost like she's talking directly to you, and you smile. From up here, this should be quite a good day, learning all you can about your giant protector and provider.